Shed your light on me Be my eyes when I can’t see Shed your light on me Be my guide so I can see The bigger picture Long before the colors start to bleed I can see the painting come alive Clever like an angel in disguise Moving in and out of reach

I need something more Tell me what you see Touch, I remember touch Pictures came with touch A painter in my mind A tourist in a dream A visitor it seems A half-forgotten song Where do I belong?

Yeah, livin' life like this Gotta paint a picture when I write like this Tales from my hood, not a sight like this Where they up to no good on a night like this And they murder motherfuckers just cause Type of shit I see and probably wonder what it was I

It's only a painting But not to pretty a picture A thousand words I know them all The frozen bird, a hockey puck Shed tears, move on to Van Gogh Move on to Van Gogh There's something there in Williamson's Garage I think it's me trying to start a fire

Will you let me romanticize, The beauty in our London Skies, You know the sunlight always shines, Behind the clouds of London Skies. Paint a picture, Clear cut and pale on a cold winters day, Shapes and cool light wander the streets like an army of

Girl, come show me your true colors Paint me a picture with your true colors True colors, true colors These are the questions of a new lover These are confessions of a new lover So if I love you It'd be just for you So when I'm touching you Can I trust

And when she call me I might pick up I pull up on her, paint a picture I know you want me to be witcha But, baby I can't take no pictures She want Balmain, baby them is small things I'm balling, I might pull up when she calling No small change, walking

You can tell, changed by their faces. There are always signs! I am just still to the puzzle, Grab a piece of light! Let us try to think, try to paint the picture. Living on, have to feel this way. (Looking for something to believe in) Looking for

While we're living The dreams we have as children fade away They fade away away away I'll paint you the picture 'Cause I don't think You live round here no more I've never even seen The key to the door We only get what we will settle for

When God paints Sometimes I take for granted the simple things But there's always a bigger picture I can't explain I can be his biggest critic when it starts to rain When God paints, birds sing He colors every feather on a sparrow's wings When God